Title: Dreams and Nightmares
By: Beverly
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Genre: First Time, Challenge
Summary: Nick has a dream and Gil gets caught.
Author's notes: I wrote something like this in another fandom and thought about Gil and Nick all the time. So this is what happens when the boys won't leave your head...

Gil Grissom looked at his watch. It was 07:45 p.m. and Nick Stokes should have been here 45 minutes ago.

But he wasn't.

And Gil became nervous. Ever since that incident with Nigel Crane, Gil became nervous when Nick was late for no reason. And just as he was about to tell Warrick to go out and look for him, he saw Nick rounding the corner. He looked stressed, his face was red with anger, his eyes were blazing. He walked past Grissom with a short, "Hi Gris," and dissapeard into the locker room. The door closed behind him with a loud bang.

Grissom frowned slightly. This wasn't exactly Nick's style. Neither the coming-in-late nor the I'm-ignoring-Grissom. Carefully, Grissom opened the door to the locker room, and peeked inside.

"Nick? Nicky, are you alright?"

Nick sat on the bench in front of his locker, a letter in his hand, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped down. When he heard his boss's voice, he raised his head shortly before he stared down again at the letter.

"No, not really."

Slowly, Grissom walked closer and sat down next to the younger man.

"What's wrong?"

With a sarcastic smile, Nick showed him the letter.

"My lessor wants to redecorate my flat."

Now it was Grissom's turn to frown.

"That's good, isn't it?"

Nick sighed.

"Yeah, it's not bad. But...he wants to start tomorrow morning."

"And that's not good?"

Nick rose from the bench, and began to pace the room.

"No, it's NOT good. I...I...oh damn."

Heavily, he sat down again.

"I don't know where to stay tonight...tomorrow...today...oh, you know what I mean."

"You have no place to sleep."

Grissom stated matter-of-factly. Nick nodded.

"I got the letter two weeks ago, but I just didn't open it. I simply forgot it. And just as I was leaving for my shift tonight, he called me and asked if he could send the craftsmen in at nine tomorrow morning."

"What are you doing now?"

Nick sighed heavily.

"I don't know. I guess when my shift is over I'll try to get a room in a nearby motel."

Nick got up, and opened his locker, when he heard the soft murmur behind him, "You could stay with me."

Nick turned around, and gazed at his boss with his eyes wide opened.

"What?"

Gil raised his head and looked Nick directly in the eyes.

"I said you could stay with me. I have a spare room you could use. You...you don't have to go to a motel."

"Are you sure?"

‘NO!' his rational thinking screamed. ‘Of course I'm not sure. But for me it's a chance to be near you, even if it's only for a few days. And even if I know that you only see your boss in me...I'm desperate and I take what I can get.'

"Yes."

Gil's palms were wet and he felt like floating. Did he just really say that? He looked up into Nick's dark eyes, saw the joy in them, and suddenly he knew...he DID say that. And he prayed desperatley that Nick might say yes. That he might not be disgusted. That he might not think that he was just some old dirty guy who wanted to...

"Yes?"

His hope rose. And Nick's blinding smile gave him an incredible kick.

"If you're certain that I won't bother you...?"

"NO! I AM certain. I would suggest that you'd go home after shift, fetch some things you need, and then you come over to my place."

Nick's smile grew impossible wider, and Gil felt suddenly light-headed.

"Great. I don't know what I'd have done without you, Gris. Thanks. Okay, see you later at the assignments, ‘kay?"

Gil nodded and rose slowly to his feet.

"Sure, Nicky. Later."

The door closed behind Nick, and Gris felt like a mouse in a trap.

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All during the shift, Nick felt like walking on cloud number nine. Gil Grissom had offered him to live in his spare room for a few days. For a few days he would be able to sleep in the same house with the man he adored so much. Lucky for him he was busy all the night through so he couldn't think too much about the next days.

But then unfortunately Sara crossed his way while she was heading for Gris's office. Her face was shining with happiness, and Nick couldn't help but ask her, "Hey Sara. What's up? You look happy."

"Oh I sure do. I'll invite Grissom for breakfast this moring, and this time he can't say no."

Nick's heart skipped a beat.

"Can't say no? Why not?"

Sara held up a file she had been carrying under her arms.

"I have a case I need to discuss with him. And because our shift's soon over, I'll suggest breakfast. He won't be able to deny it this time."

Sara's smile was almost blinding, and Nick prayed desperately she wouldn't notice how forced his own smile was.

"Then I hope you have a nice breakfast. Tell him...ah...no. I'll call him later. Have fun."

Sara nodded, and with her big smile she walked into Grissom's office. Nick saw the door close behind her, and slowly turned around to walk to his locker. With such a date...how would Grissom remember their agreement?

Fifteen minutes later, Sara stormed past him, her face a mask of fury and dissapointment. Nick looked after her, a frown on his face. Seconds later Grissom appeared. The younger man turned to him, an obvious question in his eyes.

"Gris?"

"Hm?"

Nick gestured between him and Sara.

"Is there something I should know?"

Grissom frowned slightly, seemingly deep in thought but suddenly his face lit up in understanding.

"No. She wanted to discuss something about a case. We did, and suddenly she ran off."

Nick felt his stupid heart do a little happy-dance.

"So, no breakfast with her?"

The frown returned to Grissom's face.

"Nicky...didn't we want to get some of your things to my condo? Have you forgotten that?"

Nick couldn't help but smile.

"No, I haven't. Let's go. I'll grab a few things, talk to my lesser so I know how long things will last, then I'll come to your condo. S'that okay by you?"

Grissom nodded.

"Sure. I'll make us some coffee."

"Great."

Nick turned around and headed for the locker room once more, this time a little bird was singing in his soul.

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"ONE WEEK? You can't be serious."

The old man only stared at Nick with his emotionless eyes while Nick felt his pateince slip away.

"You said it would last not longer than three, maybe four days. And now it's a whole week?"

The man shoved the toothpick he was chewing on from one corner of his mouth to the other.

"The craftsmen said one week."

Nick sighed deeply.

"Okay. I'll grab my things and head out. Can you at least call me when...no...IF it should be ready earlier?"

The toothpick wandered back to its first place. Nick watched it fascinated.

"Sure..."

It sounded not very convincing. With a nother deep sigh, Nick walked in his bedroom, grabbed a bag, put some clothes in it, and practically fled from his own home. He SO didn't want to tell Gil about this...one week.

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"That's okay by me."

Nick raised his head from his mug, the steaming coffee did wonders for him.

"Sure?"

"Absolutely. It's no problem for me. Or don't you like thought of using my spare-room?"

"NO! I ... I like it here, really. But...I know that you're a really private man, so...you would tell me when I bother you?"

Grissom looked at him with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"I would. But you don't bother me. Now drink your coffee, then I'll show you to your room."

And Nick only nodded.

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Gil stared for a few seconds at the handsom man's face in front of him. He looked so young, so full of hope as he asked him if he really wouldn't bother him.

How could he?

He would have the man he loved in his spare room for a full week. Who was he to object?

After they had finished their breakfast in companionable silence, Grissom showed the young man the spare-room and the adjoining bathroom and left him with a silent,

"Good night, Nicky."

Carefully, he closed the door, rested his hand for a second on it as if in that way he could form a connection with the man on the other side. Then he sighed heavily, and turned to his own sleeping room, not sure if he would find some sleep tonight.

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Nick Stokes was dreaming.

It was a common, familiar dream to him. A dream that haunted him every few nights. A dream that usually had him coming in thirty minutes top.

In his dream he was laying in his bed, on his covers, with the strong powerful body of Gil Grissom next to him. He could feel the older man's hands roam over his body...

...Nick was writhing beneath the skillfull hands of his lover. Gil kissed his way along Nick's collarbone, stroking gently with his fingertips along the younger man's ribcage, tickling him unintentionally. Nick laughed out loud, and his lover grinned.

"Ticklish, aren't we?"

Nick only nodded, and watched the older man slowly move down his body. His head fell back, as he felt a tongue gently lick his cock and a deep moan escaped him. Hesitantly, he began to thrust upwards into the hot moist cavern of Gil's mouth.

Gil was very talented, and it didn't take long for Nick to come. He came with a deep moan.

"Oh god, Gil, yesss..." he hissed, and...

...woke up. Slightly startled and with his hand still tightly wrapped around his slowly softening cock. Then he saw the mess he had made and he felt terrible. And SO embarrassed.

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Gil awoke to an unfamiliar noise. A groan, a sigh.

Nick.

Maybe he had a nightmare. The Crane-case was still fresh, and maybe Nicky was still dreaming about it. Quickly, Gil shoved his covers aside, and left his bed. In a few heartbeats he was at the door to his spare room, and pressed his ear to the door. A deep groan was the only thing he heard.

Slowly and silently, he pushed the door open.

And was rewarded with a sight that had him rooted to the spot. Nick was laying in the middle of the guest bed with the covers pushed aside, naked, his skin covered with a light sheet of sweat, his eyes closed. He seemed to be fast asleep. And dreaming. But it was the movement of his right hand that caught the older man's gaze. Nick's hand was wrapped around his hard cock, and was pumping it furiously. In an instant Gil's mouth was dry like desert sand, and he felt his own blood head south.

Nick's hand stilled for a second, and then...in long, powerful spurts he came, over his hand and over his stomach.

Nick moaned again, and this time Gil could understand the words.

"Oh god, Gil, yesss..."

Hastily, Gil closed the door again, and headed back to his own bedroom. His heartbeat was erratic, his hands were trembling, and his cock was almost painful hard. He sat down on his bed, and tried to put some kind of order into his thoughts.

Apparently Nick was attracted to him. Attracted enough to dream of him. To dream pretty vivdly of him. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw that single moment repeat itself in his mind...the second before Nick came, his back slightly arched, his brows drawn together in rapt concentration, and then those words...Oh god, Gil, yeesss... what should he do now?

He couldn't just go to him and say, ‘I know about your dream from last night. And apparently you seem to like me. Great, I like you,too.'

No, he shook his head. Today he could do nothing. So he decided to go back to sleep. Maybe tonight he would have an idea. But first...his hand wandered down his body...first there was something that had to be taken care of. His hand closed around his cock, and a deep sigh escaped his slightly parted lips..."Nicky"

***************************************

Gil Grissom was behaving weird tonight. Even more weird than usual, thought Catherine. And she knew that a certain amount of weirdness was quite normal for their boss. But tonight was different.

He was hiding in his office after giving out the assignements, he was avoiding Nick, and he wanted to leave the lab absolutely on time. Something that he had never done before.

Catherine caught him just as he was on his way to the locker room. She grabbed his arm, and dragged him back into his office. Resolutely, she closed the door behind him, and locked it. Then she turned around to face him.

"Spill!"

Gil tried to look innocent, but one look in her face told him that he was failing.

"Cath, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Gil, what's wrong today?"

Was she wrong, or was there a slight flush creeping up his cheeks? Yes, it was. Gil Grissom was actually blushing. She took one step closer, and looked him deeper in the eyes. And for the first time, Gil tried to avoid her gaze. Now she knew definitely that something was up. A thought came to her mind.

"Gil, if I wouldn't know you better I'd say you were in love...?"

The blush deepend, and Catherine felt her jaw drop slightly.

"You are? So, who's the lucky one?"

Gil turned his back to her.

"I can't tell you." He mumured.

Catherine reached out for his shoulder, and carefully moved him around. There was something in his eyes that told her that this wasn't the normal kind of crush.

"Gil...how long do we know each other now?"

"Pretty long, Cath. Why?"

"You know that you can trust me, right?"

Now he frowned slightly, and nodded.

"So, tell me. What's his name?"

Gil opened his mouth to protest when the little word ‘his' slowly sank into his mind. He turned around to her, and looked her deeply into her eyes. But he found no disgust there, only compassion and understanding.

"It's...it's Nicky."

His voice was quiet and he moved his back to her. Catherine nodded in understanding. She was glad to hear it from Grissom himself so she didn't have to guess. And she had guessed something like that. Had witnessed the looks, the way they had been standing together lately, each clearly in the personal space of the other one. She had watched them come in together last evening, and knew that they would leave together this morning. And she had heard it through the grapevine that Nick was staying in Gil's spare room as long as the young man's apartement was renovated. Knowing that Gil's middle name was "private", he knew that this had to mean something. But Gil remained the way he was, with his back to her, his shoulders slightly rigid as if he wasn't sure how she would react. Slowly she stepped closer, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Gil, look at me. Look at me, please."

Hesitantly, Gil moved his head slightly to look vaguely in her direction.

"Do you think that I could think less of you just because you're in love with someone?"

"Not if it would be someone like Sara...but Nick?"

Now Catherine laughed out loud.

"Oh Gil, you don't know me at all, do you? I think it's great that you're in love with him. How about him? Does he know how you feel about him?"

Now his blush returned. Apparently Gil knew something that she wasn't aware of.

"I guess I can be sure that he harbours certain feelings for me."

"If you know that, then do something. Forget all that crap about superior and subordinate. Tell him what you feel for him. Or give him some hints. He's a clever guy. He will figure it out."

Now Gil turned fully around to face her. Hope was shining in his eyes. Then he sighed deeply, and he reached out one hand to touch fer face lightly.

"Thank you, Cath."

She smiled, and Gil headed out to look for Nick.

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Nick had sensed some change in Gil's behaviour. His boss was absentminded, avoided his gaze, and was even more introverted than usual. When they met at the end of their shift, he had the terrifying feeling that he had found out something about his dream. Had he seen the stain on his bed? Did he know about Nick's infatuation for him? But then again...no, no way could he know that the young man was helplessly in love with him. Only six more days to go...he would manage it to keep himself in line. He stood before his locker, and took out his jacket.

"Nicky? You're ready?"

His heart skipped a beat, before returning to normal. He tried to look casual as he turned around to face Gil. God, he looked gorgeous. The beard, the strong body, those elegant hands. He felt his skin tingle when he imagined those hands on his body. He quickly lowered his jacket to hide his body's rection to those erotic thoughts.

"Yeah, Gil. I'm ready. We can go."

Gil smiled, and Nick's heart began to run again and his breathing quickened. Oh boy, he really had to work on his selfcomposure. He closed his locker door, and followed Gil outside the building to the car.

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Sighing deeply, Nick leaned back in his chair, enjoying the coffee he held in his hands.

"That's exactly what I needed right now. Thanks, Gil. You always seem to know what I need."

Gil looked at the young man. If only he knew...he got up and flet the dark eyes on him. With a smile he answered the unspoke question in Nick's eyes.

"I'll take a shower now and then I'll try to grab an eyeful of sleep, okay?"

Nick nodded, trying to push away all thoughts of a naked and wet Gil Grissom under the hot spray of a shower.

"Okay. Have fun."

Inwardly, he groaned at his last sentence. Where the hell had that come from? Gil's expression was a little weird as he nodded and smiled. Then he was out of the room. Groaning Nick closed his eyes. Great. ‘Have fun!' What a shit was that? Why didn't he just say ‘Take me...I'm yours...'? He emptied his cup, then he carried the plates into the kitchen and cleaned up. After about twenty minutes he was ready to go to bed, when suddenly the phone rang. Without thinking, he grabbed it and aswered.

"Stokes?"

"Nick?"

Great...Sara! He tried his best to sound casual.

"Hi, Sara."

"What the hell are YOU doing at Grissom's place?"

"I...ah...I'm staying here for a few days, because...oh hell. Sara, look, what do you want? Spill. We all had a hard night and I'm really tired."

"I want to talk to Grissom. I have news about the homicide we've been working on together."

"That can't wait until tonight?"

"No!"

Nick sighed, his eyes closed. He was sure that Gris had finished his shower until now, so probably he was already in bed. And he really hated to disturb him. But Sara was insistent so he better did what she asked for. The sooner she got to talk to Grissom, the sooner they both could go to bed. He moaned at the unbidden picture of Grissom and himself together in one bed and shook his head to clear his mind again.

"Okay. Wait a sec, I'll go and wake him."

He laid down the phone, ignoring Sara's protest on the other end. Carefully he knocked on Grissom's bedroom door.

"Gris?"

No answer. He opened the door a fraction and peaked inside. The bed was empty but he could hear the water of the shower running. Wow, that surely was a long shower. He knocked on the bathroom door but got no answer. Had Grissom fallen asleep under the water? He had looked terribly tired. Or did he skip and hurt himself? Worried now, Nick opened the door.

He was relieved to find that Gil was well, and still standing under the shower. He was mumbling something, mumuring. Some theories about the case he was working on, Nick guessed. But then he saw a familiar movement. And grinned broadly. Okay, he liked to jerk off under the shower, too. Maybe he should wait a few more minutes until Gil was finished. He hoped for a silent retreat when the movements suddenly grew faster, and then he heard a moan.

"Yes, Nicky, now. I'm...I'm...gooooood, Nicky, yessss..."

Stunned he closed the door a little harder than he had wanted to. His face was hot, and for a single second he totally forgot Sara who was still waiting on the phone. Her yelling brought her back to his attention.

"STOKES! COME BACK TO THE PHONE OR I'LL..."

"SARA! It's okay. I can hear you. I'm sorry but Grissom's already asleep. I don't want to disturb him now. Call later or talk to him in the evening, okay?"

"No, it's not okay. I want to talk to..."

"Bye Sara."

And he cut the line. Three seconds later the phone rang again.

"Stokes?"

"If you dare to do that again, I'll..."

"BYE Sara!"

And he cut the line again. His thoughts were whirling. It wasn't only that he had caught his boss jerking off in the shower. It wasn't only that Sara was really a pain in the ass sometimes. (Sometimes? Hah!) It was about the words he had heard. The soft mumbling, the sighing, the moans. And the fact that Gil Grissom had thought about him, Nicholas Stokes, while giving himself pleasure. Pleasure that Nick so wanted to give him in person and not only in Gil's thoughts. He dropped himself on his bed, and stared at the ceiling.

What should he do now? Now that he knew that Gil had feelings for him? Was there a way he could make his dreams come true? Suddenly he heard Gil's cellphone ring. He jumped up.

Sara!

Dammit! He should have guessed that she wouldn't give up that easy. But just as he reached his door, he heard Gil leaving his room. Groaning he rested his head against the door. Great...just great. Now she would tell him that she had tried to talk to him and that Nick had simply kicked her out of the line, telling her their boss was alseep.

"Grissom?"

"..."

"Sara, hi."

"..."

"No, Nicky didn't tell me anything. I...a...I was in the shower."

"..."

"Asleep? No, I wasn't asleep yet. Who told you that?"

"..."

"I see. So, what's the reason for your call?"

"..."

"That's great, Sara. Really good. Follow the trail, but first of all...please, go home and get some sleep."

"..."

"No, it can wait until tonight."

"..."

"No, Sara, we don't have to meet right now. And you can't come to me now."

"..."

"Why? Because I'll go back to bed, and you should do the same. We'll see us tonight at the lab."

"..."

"Yes. Sleep well, Sara."

"..."

"What? No. Yes, thank you. You, too."

Silence. Then he heard Gil's steps nearing his door, stoping right in front of it. The soft knock surprised Nick not really.

"Nicky?"

"Yeah." He answered in a low voice.

"May I come in?"

With his head still against the door, Nick slowly pushed the handle down and opened the door even slower.

"Sure. Come in."

Gil walked past Nick, and sat down on the bed. His eyes rested on the floor. For a few seconds none of them said something. When Nick couldn't stand it anymore, he broke the silence.

"Sara called?"

"Yes."

Silence. Again. Finally Gil raised his head, and gazed at Nick.

"She said that you told her I'd be asleep."

"Yeah, I...ah...I knocked and you didn't answer, so I guessed that you'd be sleeping."

"Liar."

The word was uttered very softly, and Nick felt himself blush furiously. Gil patted softly the bed next to him, and almost on their own account his legs started moving and he sat down next to Gil. Without saying something, Gil reached over and took hold of Nick's hand. For a few minutes they sat like that, all the while Gil's thumb stroked softly over the soft skin of the younger man's hand. Then Gil took a deep breath.

"Nicky, what have you seen? No, wait. Let me draw it blind. I know you came into my bedroom. It's not your style just to knock and to assume that I might be asleep. I think you would knock a second time, and then you would look inside to see if I might be awake and just haven't heard your knocking. You know that my hearing isn't always at it's best. And when you came into my bedroom, you sure as hell heard the shower running. And the next logical step would be for you to knock on my bathroom door. And then to open that door...and then..."

"...to see you under the shower." Nick finished whispering. Gil nodded.

"I thought so. Then you must have seen what I've been doing."

Nick only nodded. He was ashamed about himself. He had been eavesdropping. He had watched Gil in a very private moment. He should have closed the door again, he should have left, he should have...

"I watched you, too."

Huh?

"Huh?"

Now it was Gil's turn to blush, but he only tightened his hold on Nick's hand.

"Last night...I heard a noise and thought that you had a nightmare. So I came over to make sure you were alright. I watched you while you were sleeping. And dreaming. You said my name. And then you...you..."

"I came."

Gil nodded. Suddenly Nick had to grin. This whole situation was so absurd. He giggled and finally he burst out laughing.

"Nicky?"

Nick let himself fall back onto the bed, still yelping with laughter.

"God, look at us. How pathetic. No one dares to say something, and yet..."

He grew quiet. Gil also lay down, and propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at the young man.

"Nicky?"

"Hm?" Nick turned his head around and gazed lovingly at the older man next to him.

"Nicky, I love you." Very quiet, almost a whisper.

"You do?" The wonder in the young man's voice made Gil smile.

"Yes, I do. Is that so unbelievable?"

"I never thought it possible that someone like you could love someone like me."

"What do you mean...someone like me? Someone so old? Someone so humourless? Someone so..."

A finger on his lips silenced Gil.

"Someone so loveable. Someone so intelligent. Someone so brilliant, so sexy, so ... everything that I'm not. I love you, Gil Grissom. Everything about you."

And with a groan Gil pulled the younger man down to him, and kissed him.

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He was kissing Nicholas Stokes. Gil closed his eyes, sure that he would wake up every minute. But the pressure on his lips remained, even as he pinched himself carefully. And then he felt the tip of Nick's tongue begging for entrance. Moaning he opened his mouth and felt the tongue slip between his lips.

It was incredible, enchanting, breathtaking, earthshattering.

Without thinking he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, pulled Nick even closer to him though that was barely possible. With trembling fingers he pushed Nick's shirt up, and gently stroked the soft skin. He was rewarded with a groan from deep inside the younger man, an almost purring sound which made Gil laugh slightly.

"Gil?"

"Hm?"

"I want to see you."

Gil suddenly hesitated. Nick was so beautiful. What would he think of him when he saw him naked? He was so different compared to Nick. Old, saggy around the middle, and not nearly as trained as the young man he so deeply loved. He usually wasn't very conceited but now...

"Hey." A soft whisper close to his ear, a hand on his shirt. He opened his eyes and gazed deeply into the dark eyes of his lover.

"I love you, Gil Grissom. Don't hide from me. Let me see you. I want to taste every inch of your body. And then I want to see you come. God Gil, you drive me crazy."

Another deep kiss, and then he felt Nick's hands slowly undress him. Piece by piece his clothes was removed. And when he finally was naked, he involutarily held his breath.

Silence.

The silence stretched. Carefully, Gil finally dared to open his eyes. And gasped.

Nick stared down at him, his eyes almost black with non-hidden lust.

"God, Gil. How could you hide such a beauty?"

"Liar." But Gil smiled, and felt himself pretty good under that admiring gaze. "I'm far from being...beautiful. You don't have to humor me, Nicky. Kiss me. Love me, please."

Without saying any further word, Nick bent down and kissed him. And Gil's mind and rational thinking slowed down considerable, and finally silenced.

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Nick worshipped the body under his hands. He let all his dreams come true as his lips travelled along the older man's collarbone, kissed his way down to one nipple, pinched it lightly, then licked it gently. Gil moaned under his tender ministrations, his hands came to rest on his head, guiding him carefully.

Nick took his time to discover and enjoy all the little places that brought the older man pleasure. He played with the nipples, kissed them, bit them lovingly, and laved them then with his tongue. He kissed his way over the soft belly, enjoying the difference between his lover's body and his own. With little nips he moved down one long leg, in his mind forming a chain with his kisses to bind his lover to him so he would never ever leave him. His lips moved up the other leg until he finally reached his goal, the hard column of Gil's cock.

He closed his fingers around it, revelling in the fact that Gil's hips moved involuntarily upwards into his touch. Almost drunken in his joy, he only thought ‘I can do this...wow...I can do this to him!' Then he closed his mouth around Gil's cock, and his taste exploded on his tongue, wiping away all his rational thinking and he went down on his lover like a starving man. He sucked on the warm flesh, kissed the soft skin of his lover's balls, played with them, and licked along the long vein on the underside of the hard shaft. It didn't take him long to make Gil come. He heard the same words he had heard so short ago, and this time he heard them clearly.

"Oh god, yes, Nicky, please, I...I...god, love you, Nicky, love you so much..."

And then he came, in long warm spurts in Nick's mouth. Nick swallowed it all, enjoying the salty taste of his lover.

With surprising strength, Gil pulled him up, and kissed him hard, demanding and forcefully, and Nick knew that the older man was tasting himself in this kiss. He gasped when he suddenly felt Gil's strong hand on his own hard cock, stroking him with just the right pressure on all the right places to completion. With a hoarse shout swallowed by his lover's mouth, he came all over Gil's hand.

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Kisses rained down on his face, and when he carefully opened his eyes, he looked up into the dark eyes of Nick Stokes.

"It wasn't a dream?"

The younger man's smile was almost blinding in it's love and it's joy.

"No, it wasn't. Though I had to pinch myself a few times. I guess I'll have some little bruises tomorrow."

He laughed silently. Gil silenced him with a deep, lingering kiss which had the young man in a boneless heap in his arms in no time. He thought, Interesting way to silence him. I wonder if I should try this at the lab...or at a crime scene...what would Cath say? With one hand, Gil pulled the covers over them both, and with a very contented sigh, Nick snuggled closer to him. Gil stroked his arm with one hand.

"You're thinking too hard." Nick murmured, kissing the skin which was lying closest to his lips. Gil smiled before he grew serious again.

"Do we have to talk about this, Nick?"

Nick moved a little, and rested his chin on the older man's chest, a question obvious in his wonderful dark eyes.

"About what?"

"About us. I practically assaulted you."

With a tender laugh, Nick snuggled even closer. "Oh yeah...sure. Assault me again. No, love, serious. What you did to me was absolutely mutual. I LOVE you, Gil Grissom. Don't you get that?"

For a few seconds, Gil only lay there and gazed into the dark eyes of his lover. Then, finally, just as Nick was beginning to get nervous, he smiled. Then he laughed, pulled Nick close and kissed him with all his pent up emotion.

"Yes, Nicky, my darling. I get it."

The end